Sat, Oct 18, late-morning,harry/sirius, The three broomsticks
who: harry and his beloved godfather, sirius black
where: the three broomsticks
when: saturday, october 18, late morning
what: talking, catching up
*Sirius*
He looked around the Three Broomsticks anxiously waiting for Harry. He knew he wasn't spending enough time with him, but Harry was a teenager and he remembered how he was in seventh year - not wanting to spend time with adults. Especially adults who happened to be in charge of security at Hogwarts. Sipping his butterbeer, he ran a hand through his hair. After he saw Harry, he'd probably head back to the cottage to spend some time with Remus. Seeing Harry come in, his face lit up in a smile.
"Harry! Over here!"
*Harry*
Glancing around to find the source of the call, Harry grinned over at his godfather and headed over, edging his way past chairs and tables. "Hi, Sirius," he greeted casually, taking a seat.
*Sirius*
He grinned at the boy and motioned the waitress over.
"What'll you have?" he asked his godson.
*Harry*
Harry smirked, eyes lighting up. "Firewhiskey?" he asked hopefully, raising an eyebrow.
*Sirius*
"You going to cause any trouble if I let you have one?" he asked, raising his own eyebrow in response.
*Harry*
"Oh, c'mon, Sirius, what kind of trouble could I cause?" His eyes glinted mischievously as he offered an innocent grin.
*Sirius*
He rolled his eyes.
"One firewhiskey," he said, sending a mock glare in the boy's direction.
"And you better not start a riot or something," he teased.
*Harry*
"Or send troops down the secret passageway for a party," he shrugged, a smirk on his lips.
*Sirius*
"Room of requirements perfect for parties. Just give me a heads up and I'll make sure none of my Aurors are policing the halls around there," he said with a grin.
"So, thought about what you're going to be for the masquerade?"
*Harry*
"Yup," he grinned, raising an eyebrow. "What, you think I'm going to tell you?" He laughed.
*Sirius*
He leaned into the boy as the firewhiskey came, sliding it over to him.
"Because I just paid for your liquor, young man," he teased.
"C'mon, tell me. I'll tell you what I'm going as.."
*Harry*
Rolling his eyes, Harry shrugged. "Fine then," he said, taking a sip and smiling as he felt it slide down his throat. "1920s gangster," he grinned, eyes brightening.
*Sirius*
He grinned as he sat back and sipped his butterbeer.
"Nice. Any idea what kind of mask you're going to do with that?"
*Harry*
He shrugged helplessly. "I'm still trying to figure that out... Nothing fancy. I dunno."
*Sirius*
"Well, you could always do something to match the hat or something. I mean, it's a masked ball, Harry," he said before making a face.
"Sadly, the Aurors have to go without masks and without charms - to be recognizable. "
He sipped his butterbeer.
"Remus wants me to go as little red riding hood.."
*Harry*
He raised an eyebrow, somewhat horrified by the idea. "... on what does he base that?! D'you squeal like a little girl or something?"
*Sirius*
He chuckled.
"Merlin, Harry, of course not," he said before taking a sip of his butterbeer again.
"I lost a bet," he muttered.
*Harry*
He gulped from his drink and crossed his arms, eyeing Sirius suspiciously. "...and what bet was that?"
*Sirius*
"The bet's not that important," he said waving his hand dismissively.
"Besides, I'm still trying to find a way to go as a male little red riding hood."
*Harry*
"Assuming you figure it out, don't be surprised if I pretend not to know you during the masquerade," he smirked, taking another large gulp of his Firewhiskey.
*Sirius*
He rolled his eyes before pretending to look shocked.
"What? You'd disown your own godfather? I'm hurt, Harry, so hurt?" he mocked.
*Harry*
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "I bet I wouldn't be the only one ignoring the little red riding hood," he smirked. "No one will want to associate with you!"
*Sirius*
"Oh come on," he teased. "I'll be so cute everyone will want to come see what's in my basket."
[TAG: HARRY]
where: the three broomsticks
when: saturday, october 18, late morning
what: talking, catching up
*Sirius*
He looked around the Three Broomsticks anxiously waiting for Harry. He knew he wasn't spending enough time with him, but Harry was a teenager and he remembered how he was in seventh year - not wanting to spend time with adults. Especially adults who happened to be in charge of security at Hogwarts. Sipping his butterbeer, he ran a hand through his hair. After he saw Harry, he'd probably head back to the cottage to spend some time with Remus. Seeing Harry come in, his face lit up in a smile.
"Harry! Over here!"
*Harry*
Glancing around to find the source of the call, Harry grinned over at his godfather and headed over, edging his way past chairs and tables. "Hi, Sirius," he greeted casually, taking a seat.
*Sirius*
He grinned at the boy and motioned the waitress over.
"What'll you have?" he asked his godson.
*Harry*
Harry smirked, eyes lighting up. "Firewhiskey?" he asked hopefully, raising an eyebrow.
*Sirius*
"You going to cause any trouble if I let you have one?" he asked, raising his own eyebrow in response.
*Harry*
"Oh, c'mon, Sirius, what kind of trouble could I cause?" His eyes glinted mischievously as he offered an innocent grin.
*Sirius*
He rolled his eyes.
"One firewhiskey," he said, sending a mock glare in the boy's direction.
"And you better not start a riot or something," he teased.
*Harry*
"Or send troops down the secret passageway for a party," he shrugged, a smirk on his lips.
*Sirius*
"Room of requirements perfect for parties. Just give me a heads up and I'll make sure none of my Aurors are policing the halls around there," he said with a grin.
"So, thought about what you're going to be for the masquerade?"
*Harry*
"Yup," he grinned, raising an eyebrow. "What, you think I'm going to tell you?" He laughed.
*Sirius*
He leaned into the boy as the firewhiskey came, sliding it over to him.
"Because I just paid for your liquor, young man," he teased.
"C'mon, tell me. I'll tell you what I'm going as.."
*Harry*
Rolling his eyes, Harry shrugged. "Fine then," he said, taking a sip and smiling as he felt it slide down his throat. "1920s gangster," he grinned, eyes brightening.
*Sirius*
He grinned as he sat back and sipped his butterbeer.
"Nice. Any idea what kind of mask you're going to do with that?"
*Harry*
He shrugged helplessly. "I'm still trying to figure that out... Nothing fancy. I dunno."
*Sirius*
"Well, you could always do something to match the hat or something. I mean, it's a masked ball, Harry," he said before making a face.
"Sadly, the Aurors have to go without masks and without charms - to be recognizable. "
He sipped his butterbeer.
"Remus wants me to go as little red riding hood.."
*Harry*
He raised an eyebrow, somewhat horrified by the idea. "... on what does he base that?! D'you squeal like a little girl or something?"
*Sirius*
He chuckled.
"Merlin, Harry, of course not," he said before taking a sip of his butterbeer again.
"I lost a bet," he muttered.
*Harry*
He gulped from his drink and crossed his arms, eyeing Sirius suspiciously. "...and what bet was that?"
*Sirius*
"The bet's not that important," he said waving his hand dismissively.
"Besides, I'm still trying to find a way to go as a male little red riding hood."
*Harry*
"Assuming you figure it out, don't be surprised if I pretend not to know you during the masquerade," he smirked, taking another large gulp of his Firewhiskey.
*Sirius*
He rolled his eyes before pretending to look shocked.
"What? You'd disown your own godfather? I'm hurt, Harry, so hurt?" he mocked.
*Harry*
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "I bet I wouldn't be the only one ignoring the little red riding hood," he smirked. "No one will want to associate with you!"
*Sirius*
"Oh come on," he teased. "I'll be so cute everyone will want to come see what's in my basket."
[TAG: HARRY]